I’m glad they finally freed The Wave! ‘Cause that’s a place I don’t wanna see no nigga be Jail ain’t for nobody! I even say “Free the opps” That’s ‘cause we the penalty! He gon’ get up here cryin’ Tellin’ out his jail stories so dramatic Mixed in with sports bars, reaches...bodies he never caught… This won’t be classic I know your tactics Studied your game tapes Went over all your old steps (Euro steps) like Ginobili practice You can’t teach me a lesson ‘bout the B’s and the C’s ‘Cause I’m from that And you’ll get banged on, you talk that gang shit to me Whole team gon’ blow .38, and this tre the truth...you don’t want zero smoke! They called, said I had you, you knew I flipped Gave myself a fat pat on the back like, “This nigga done screwed up! *Click!*” On a serious tip, a nigga get clipped Tempt me then, and see how many men this 50 stick pick Or I knock your teeth out, you get hit with this bitch… They gon’ have to bring Tsu veneers (souvenirs) back YOU GON’ REMEMBER THIS SHIT! I don’t think him survive ‘Cause if we catch wreck, you’ll see the Tom and a mask (Tom in a mask)...like Vanilla Sky! The homies from the 60’s DIE! I get to takin’ niggas out from NeighborHood like it’s gentrified! I don’t know if you snitched, told, or wrote a statement But we ain’t gon’ bring up the D…’cause real niggas don’t speak of open cases Go ‘head, amp him up Let all that gas get (gasket) blown I’ll have him leakin’ It’d be too much to intake...your man’ll fold (manifold)! I holla, “Welcome home, Surf!”...pull some big shit… And fuck up the return...like a squib kick! I’ll line you up Try me, I’ll fire once Body him Now Surf on the can...it’s a Hawaiian Punch! Try your luck Nigga, I said, they’ll get ya- I- uh, Hawaiian Punch- I fucked that part up, hold on... I’ll spin the block Them niggas dashed off runnin’ I’ll pull up slow, loud and bangin’ This shit’ll knock a slab off somethin’! And Calicoe spazzed and was punkin’ you But if you was real, Tsunami, you coulda started by puttin’ that Landslide under you Fuck you wanna do? Even speakin’ in codes, you gon’ die, boy Get a Ginobili from a J.R. Smith shot That’s a Bald Head out the high point He might tote it But it’s fo’ show, he won’t blow it He actin’ gutta, but Tsu a clown on the inside, and y’all know it… Fuck, I gotta put it in subtitles for y’all to get the line? Acting, gutter, sewer, clown on the inside...that’s Pennywise! You be bossin’ Tay around! You gotta stop! That nigga grown! You used to havin’ Roc in yo’ pockets… I used to have a pocket full of stones! We different! My niggas go and handle the smoke ‘Cause we really be on that No cap: the team’s salary low Get clapped up! Saw the barrel short, it got a half-front Split the pole, now the sweeper a foot like I got bad luck You was really gon’ knock out Shine? Well, you down for ya team, I see Well, he shoulda jumped off...for me smokin’ Roc like Lean On Me! Peep! I run a blade through his pupil! Houston! I really did his eye like that Hold up…Houston, “I Like That”... Yeah, I did his eye like THAT! Don’t die! Fight BACK! Aye, how many of y’all posted #FreeTheWave or #FreeSurf? I know I really did And he came back...to face bars… Now I gotta post the shit again! Bitch, you know you prob’ly squealin’ yourself Don’t push Tsu aside Let me do the job...and kill him myself
俺のホームボーイは、「Nittyに気をつけろよ。だって、奴は遊び半分だ」って言った。おい、俺はほとんど自分の隣人にラチェットをShenenehみたいに渡すところだった。レフトでハデナイズ。ベビーチョッパーでヘリコプターみたいにできる。角の剃刀。嘘じゃない。それは止まらない。俺はPJsから来たんだ。俺は彼女を隠す。だって、この人生は重い敵と一緒にくるんだ。俺はRumをドラムでバーンバーンバーンする。クリントじゃない。アカペラボックス！ブロワーを渡せ。俺たちは50ドル以上の現金で死体を捕まえた。俺はこのビッチの尻に載る。Fashion Novaに誓って！お前は俺が何を考えてたのか知らない。俺は奴をあの屠殺場へ連れて行く。奴をドラッグして、指の爪が舗装でバキバキに割れる。ビッグティガ：お前は地下室でガリガリ音がするだけだ！ビッグティガ：お前は地下室でガリガリ音がするだけだ…ああ…俺はここから出ようぜ、兄弟。俺はいいよ。俺はいいよ。俺は自分のクソをやり抜いた。お前も自分のクソをラップして。俺は自分のクソをラップして、しくじった。ラップしろよ！ラップしろよ！お前はこれがクラシックだって言ったよな、兄弟。それは俺に借りがある。やり直せ。やり直すだけだ。俺のホームボーイは、「Nittyに気をつけろよ。だって、奴は…」いや、もう二度とあのクソをやりたくない。ああ、俺はいいよ。わかった。俺はいいよ。しくじろうとしたわけじゃないよ。
